Sorry for the wait. I had difficulty finishing this chapter. It's kind of random and not really necessary, but I hope you like it. Enjoy :)

It's early Saturday morning, nearly a month later, and Booth and Brennan are still asleep in bed.

Brennan's lying on her side, her hand slipped under her pillow to prop her head up slightly. Another pillow rests under her hip and her other hand sits protectively on her stomach.

Booth rolls over as he begins to wake up. He can feel weight on the other side of the bed, which tells him Brennan's still lying beside him. They've been together and sleeping in the same bed for more than five years, but it's still the best feeling in the world to wake up next to her. He blinks his eyes open and looks at her for a second, smiling at her natural beauty. He untangles his hand from the sheets and brushes away the loose waves that hang across her face, his pinky skimming across her cheek in a gentle caress.

She jerks at the sudden contact, but stays asleep.

His eyes drift to her stomach, and he places his hand just to the right of hers, pressing lightly against the thin fabric of her tank top. His eyes widen and a louder-than-intended 'whoa' escapes his lips.

She moves her hand and touches his, her lips curving into a soft smile. Her eyelids slide open and she meets his warm, adoring gaze. Seeing his toothy grin only makes her smile wider.

He almost thinks he's dreaming until it happens again—a light kick against his palm. "He's strong."

She nods. "Mmhmm," she mumbles, still waking up.

He leans forward and kisses her. He pulls back and shifts positions, lowering his head and pushing up her tank top. He presses his lips against her smooth skin, his hand still resting on the side of her stomach. "Good morning, little guy. I hope you didn't keep mom up all night." He lifts his head again and smiles at Brennan. "We need to decide on a name."

"Well, that's a given, Booth."

"I mean, we need to do it soon, Bones."

She shrugs. "We have time."

"Not that much time," he points out, lying back down and tugging on the sheets. He fights back a yawn and turns his head, looking at her again.

There's a faint knock on the door.

He groans.

She just rolls onto her side, pulling the sheets away from him and wrapping herself up in the soft, warm fabric, mumbling into her pillow.

He looks at her, tempted to steal the sheets back.

There's another knock, this one louder, followed by, "Mommy? Daddy?"

He shakes his head at his partner. "Don't worry, Bones. I'll unlock the door and let our daughter in."

She just laughs, her face turned just enough for him to see her smirk.

He rolls off the bed and pads over to the door, unlocking and opening it.

Christine is standing there in her 'I love frogs' pajamas, her pink bunny tucked under her arm.

"Good morning, princess. Is everything okay?"

Christine shakes her head and hugs her bunny tighter against her chest. "No."

He walks over to the bed and gets back under the sheets. "C'mere, baby."

Christine follows him and crawls up, squeezing between her parents and leaning back on the pillows.

Booth gives her a kiss on the cheek and quick hug

Christine looks at her father. "Do you love me, daddy?"

He blinks. "Of course I love you."

"Don't make me sleep in the laundry room, please, I beg you, daddy," Christine blurts out.

"What? Slow down, princess. You're not making any sense."

"I don't wanna sleep in the laundry room."

"No one is gonna make you sleep in the laundry room, baby. Is Parker putting ideas in your head again?"

Christine shakes her head. "No, no, daddy. I dreamed that when mommy has the baby, you're gonna give him my room and you're gonna make me move to the laundry room."

"No one is gonna make you move to the laundry room."

"Where's the baby gonna sleep?"

"He'll have his own room like you and Parker."

"So I don't have to sleep in the bathtub?"

He laughs. "No, silly. No one has to sleep in the bathtub, the laundry room, on the roof, in a box with a fox, or on a boat with a goat."

Christine giggles.

He pulls her into a hug and squeezes her gently. "I love you, princess. I love you just like I love Parker and just like I love your baby brother. Okay?"

Christine nods. "Uh-huh."

"Good. You're my baby girl and I love you, no matter what. This baby, your little brother, doesn't change that."

"I love you too, daddy."

He buries his face in her messy hair and kisses the side of her head.

Christine looks at her mother. "Do you love me?"

Brennan, who's now sitting up, motions with her finger for Christine to come closer to her.

Christine scoots over a little more and leans into her mother.

Brennan smiles. "I'll tell you a secret, but you can't tell your father."

Christine shakes her head. "I won't tell, mommy. I promise. Tell me, please. Tell me, tell me, tell me."

Brennan cups her daughter's ear and whispers loud enough for Booth to hear, "I love you more than I love daddy."

Christine pulls back and gasps. "Really?"

Brennan nods. "Yes."

Booth glances at Brennan and smiles at her. "What did mom tell you, princess?"

"I can't tell you, daddy."

Booth curls his fingers and lifts his hands. "I guess I'll just have to tickle it out of ya."

Christine squirms and kicks, bursting into a fit of giggles. "Daddy! I promised mommy. Stop, daddy. It's a secret. I can't tell you. Daddy, stop, no." She continues to kick and laugh, trying to free herself from his wiggling fingers. "Okay, daddy, okay! Mommy says she loves me more than you!"

Booth laughs and pulls his hands back. Mission accomplished.

Christine catches her breath and looks at her mother. "Sorry, mommy."

Brennan shrugs. "It's okay, Honey."

"I didn't wanna tell. Daddy made me."

Brennan touches the tip of her daughter's nose with her fingertip, eliciting a grin and soft chuckle out of the little girl. "You were under duress. I forgive you."

Christine looks at her father. "You better not tell anybody mommy's secret, daddy. Or I'll, I'll—."

"What will you do, princess?"

"I'll tickle you!"

He cringes, smiling. "Oh, God, no, anything but that. My lips are sealed. I promise." He pretends to zip up his mouth and throw away the key.

"I'm hungry."

Booth pulls off the sheets and swings his legs around. He scoots to the edge of the mattress and turns his head, looking at his daughter. "Climb up, baby."

Christine crawls over to her father and climbs up onto his back. She wraps her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck.

Booth stands up, hoisting his daughter up higher once he's straightened out. He looks at Brennan. "I'll see you downstairs."

Brennan nods.

"Oh, and good morning, Bones."

Brennan laughs. "The greeting was implied." She pauses and looks up at their daughter. "Go help daddy make breakfast. I'll be down after I take a quick shower."

"You can come downstairs in your pjs, Bones. It's Saturday morning."

"I would prefer to shower and get dressed first. I'll be down in about fifteen minutes."

He nods. "Okay." He adjusts his daughter when she starts to slide down his back and then they leave the room.

Brennan smiles and kicks off the sheets. She gets out of bed and disappears into the bathroom, shutting the door and locking it behind her.

Christine's sitting on her knees at the island counter, coloring in a picture of a puppy.

Brennan glances over and shakes her head. "Honey, dogs are not blue."

Christine shrugs. "This dog is." She points to the page in her coloring book, glancing at her mother with a smile. "Why can't we get a dog?"

Booth, who's standing at the stove cooking eggs, stops and turns around to face Brennan, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah, Bones, why can't we get a dog?"

Brennan shoots a glare at her partner and then looks at her daughter, softening her expression. "I never said we couldn't get a dog."

"So we can get a dog?" Christine asks, smiling at her mother.

"No, there's too much going on right now, Honey. Your brother is dealing with a lot and we're going to have a baby in the house in about three months. Getting a dog is just impractical."

"You know, Bones, dogs can reduce depression and anxiety. A dog might be exactly what Parker needs." Booth is met with another glare. "I'm just saying. You want to do everything to help Parker, don't you?"

Brennan shakes her head. "Yes, of course, and I'm not dismissing the obvious benefits of getting a dog, but you and I work unpredictable hours, Parker's still recovering from accident, and we're having a baby in less than three months. Do you understand how crazy adding a dog to our family right now, will be?"

Booth laughs, picturing it all. "Yeah, I get it."

Christine shrugs. "I don't. I don't get it, daddy."

Booth smiles at the little girl. "What your mom is trying to say is that our lives are too complicated at the moment to get a dog."

Brennan nods. "A dog requires a lot of attention, Honey, and we are just not able to provide that at the moment."

Booth smiles and looks at Brennan, hopefully. "Maybe we can talk about this again at another time?"

"Yes, in another year we can revisit this discussion and perhaps achieve a different result," Brennan says, stirring her oatmeal.

Christine goes back to coloring, as if the conversation had never taken place. She grabs a lime green crayon from the box and colors in the spots on the dog picture. "This is for little alien."

Brennan smiles, glancing over at the picture again. "I'm sure your baby brother will love it."

"Can we hang it up in his room, mommy?"

Brennan nods. "I don't see why not. Why don't you write a short message to him? Then I'll frame the picture and we can hang it up in the nursery."

Christine nods. "Okay!"

Booth smiles with his back turned to his girls, finishing up breakfast.

Brennan takes a bite of her oatmeal, sucking in air as the food burns the roof of her mouth.

Parker hobbles into the kitchen with his cane and grabs the stool beside his little sister. He reaches for a piece of toast and nibbles on it.

"Good morning, Parker."

"Morning, Bones." Parker swallows the bite of toast and looks at the picture. "You know you're supposed to color inside the lines, right, Teeny?"

Christine pushes his arm. "Shut up, Parky. I only goed out of the lines one time!"

"Leave your sister alone, bub, and princess, don't push your brother," Booth warns the two of them, having glanced over his shoulder during the siblings' exchange.

"Humph," Christine grumbles, meticulously coloring in the rest of the picture, giving her brother a sideways glance every couple seconds.

"Do you have any plans for today, Parker?"

Parker shrugs. "Uh, not sure, Bones. I wanna get out of the house. That I know."

Brennan nods. "Getting out of the house is good." She pauses. "We were going to take Christine and Michael Vincent to the park. You're welcome to accompany us if you'd like."

Parker nods, offering her a small smile. "Maybe I will." He pauses. "Do you still need me to babysit Teeny?"

Brennan nods. "Yes. Your father and I need to go into work for a few hours to finish up some last minute paperwork from the case."

Booth groans. "Which we should have finished last night," he adds, looking right at her.

"Why are you looking at me? I am not the one who insisted we go out to dinner beforehand."

"Remind me never to go to that restaurant again. The service was horrible."

"Yes, I was there. It was indeed horrible."

"But it's your fault we didn't finish the paperwork last night."

"I was exhausted and you fell asleep on my couch for five minutes. I suggested we go home because I didn't see the point of working when we could neither concentrate nor keep our eyes open. You agreed. You insisted, actually."

Booth grunts. "Whatever. I'm still not happy about it."

"And you think I am?"

Booth just shrugs and carries over a plate of eggs, bacon, and toast. He sets it down in front of Christine and admires the picture. "Alright, princess, time to put the crayons away and eat your breakfast."

Christine sighs and looks up at him. "Thanks, daddy."

"You're welcome, baby."

Christine pushes away the coloring book and box of crayons and picks up her fork.

Brennan stands up and sets her empty bowl in the sink. She runs water in it and puts it in the dishwasher. She starts to walk back over to the island, but Booth reaches for her arm and tugs her to him. "Oh," she gasps, her lips crashing against his.

Booth smiles against her mouth and then pulls back. He raises his hand and brushes her hair away from her face, his finger lightly caressing her cheek. He gives her another quick kiss on the lips and steps back.

She smiles at him and then turns her head towards the teenager and little girl sitting at the counter, each in their own worlds.

Booth snakes his arm around her waist and pulls her into his side.

She tilts her head and looks up at him. She takes his hand and places it on her stomach.

Booth's smile widens at the light flutter against his palm. He lets out a contented sigh and whispers, "I love you."

She leans into him, her own arm hooking around his waist. "I love you too, Booth." She reluctantly separates from him a few minutes later and steps towards the island counter.

Booth turns around and makes himself and his son some breakfast.